The Black Teeth

V - Jasmine

Sunset rolled around and Clyde still wasn't back.

"Where the hell is he?" Wes said bored tapping his fingers on the table.

"He's Clyde. He's alway got a detour." Jasmine said simply.

"Fair enough. But still. Do you think he's gotten himself into trouble?" Wes asked.

"Clyde's always in trouble. Even in a field of unicorns and nothing no weapons he'll find ways to kill them."

"Awkward description." Wes said in a worried tone. Since their last discovery, they hadn't figured out the other note.

"So lets go over how we're going to steal the cane again." Wes suggested.

"Good plan. So to start, I'm going to drug his drink-

"Woah woah woah, I didn't hear that the first time."

"Well we're changing it. I'm going to drug his drink with Oxyfane."

"What the hell is Oxyfane." Wes asked curiously.

"It's a yellowish powder, and once consumed, he'll pass out. He won't remember a thing, and think he just fell asleep."

"Are you sure this is a great idea. I don't think we need to drug him."

"Do you want to find what's hidden in the cane." Jasmine retorted.

"Yes, but-

"Then our plans going to follow through, and you better stay on top of it."

"Fine." Wes crossed his arms and gave a scowling face towards Jasmine. She didn't mind, as she knew Wes would get interested in it as soon as she pulled out the Oxyfane. She reached into her pocket, and pulled a small glass vial with the said powder.

"Woah! Can I see it?" Wes was like a child when his friend brought a new bouncy ball to school.

"For the devils sake, your such a child." Jasmine rolled her eyes. She put the vial back in her pocket. They waited another half hour, until the entrance of the hideout was blocked from the view of Clyde, and someone else.

"Someone decided it wild be fun to take the night off? And who's that. And why the hell are you all bruised and beaten." Jasmine pointed towards the other girl. She had a peachy face, hazel eyes and the most beautiful silk hair she'd ever seen. She stood behind Clyde and gave an awkward wave.

"Please don't tell me this is our new recruit."

"Jasmine, Wes, this is well," He paused a moment to catch the right words. ", my sister."

Wes nearly choked on his water.

"When the hell did you have a sibling. And why now are we hearing about this?"

"Sit down, we have lots to discuss." Clyde began his storytelling.

——-

Winds howled on the harbour docks. Seagulls flew above, the sun beating warm against the beach.

Clyde was sitting on a bench, his sister beside him. They were sent to Bliskam in hopes of refugee. A war was rising in between East and West Kilimburg, and it wasn't safe. Borders were shut down for immigration and crossing, there was no escape from the city. Harbours and docks left all ships the previous days in hopes to send one last group of people to safety, they only forgot one.

"Take your sister, there's one last ship in Sixth Harbour transporting the last good. Sneak on, and stop at Bliskam. Be brave my children. We will come and find you. I love you." His mothers soft voice in the field. His fathers scared face reflecting towards them. Little did they know, that would be the last words they would hear from them.

Soldiers busted the door open, Clyde and his sister quickly escaping through the back door, while his father fired round after round, shielding their escape. His mother was in hiding in the secret compartment under the stairs. Explosions rang in the surroundings as the siblings hid in the forest. Gunshot after gunshot, explosion after explosion, until their was nothing left. The soldiers stormed of East, and Clyde had to know something.

"Stay here. I'm going to see if their okay."

"I'm coming." His sister was eight at the time. Clyde knew their was no hope. He told his sister to stay, knowing the site he would see upon entering the house remains. He tracked through the broken wood, pulling a large shelf, underneath, his mothers body lay paralyzed. Her pale face was a sight he'd never forget. Her blood covered the ground. He dropped to his knees, resting his head on her chest.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I-

He had burst into tears. He pulled a small wolf necklace from his mothers neck. The last token to remember her. He searched another while, his fathers body nowhere to remain. Finally having seen enough, he returned to his sister.

Now, they were on a ship, sailing to Bliskam, hoping to start a new life. The haunting memory of his mothers face couldn't leave his thoughts. He would cry for hours at a time, looking at the small wolf necklace in which he would wear the rest of his life. His sister festered from the suffering as well.

"Clyde, when will we see mummy and daddy again?"

"Hopefully soon." At the time, she didn't know he was referring to death. As he had come over a terrible depressed state. It had been the start of the third week, sleeping on the boat in which shifted on the water very unsteadily, when they heard a siren. The ship was under emergency. Clyde wouldn't remember much other then the waves and heavy downpour that attacked the boat. He wouldn't forget the screams that followed his sister getting washed into the water below.

Clyde searched the waters, his sister now gone. He had nobody left. But if luck was on his side, he survived. He held on to Bliskam, and started his new life. Going under a new personality, a new last name, and a new future.

——-

The girl watched Clyde tell the uneasy story. Jasmine could tell it wasn't easy for him. He'd never opened up to these things before. A thought pierced her mind. She couldn't drug him now. She would have to do something different. She eyed Wes, who she could tell was thinking the same thing. Finally, she abandoned the previous conversation, and asked the question.

"Clyde, we think we figured out one of the clues. But we need your cane." It sounded more weird saying it in person. With no hesitation or argument, he passed over the cane.

"How do we open it." Clyde asked. He obviously understood it now. His sister still sat uneasy beside him. They would have time for introductions after.

"Let me handle it." Wes spun a revolver around his finger, catching it in the right grip, closed his eyes, and pulled his finger backward. A small cloud of smoke escaped the chamber, and the cane split perfectly in half, a lather letter rolled inside the hollow part of the cane. Clyde quickly snatched it and began unraveling it. His eyes widened as he read,

"Hardam you bastard!"